Telepathy 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(Enviyon On the Mix)
Yeah
Yay
Yay
Yay
Uh
Aha
I get the head, I get the head telepathy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
All of these n*ggas be b*tches
I get it Versace all over my lenses
f*ck up that f*ck up and f*ck competition
Be happy I'm f*ckin' yo b*tches
Stackin' my gualla
Hand on my choppa
Y'all n*ggas don't want no problem
Ever since I can remember, chasin' them dollars
b*tch I've been poppin' my collar, hey
What, b*tch I been gettin' my cake up
f*ck that lil' b*tch I don't lay up
Ball in that b*tch like a layup
Talkin' that sh*t till' I show up
b*tch n*gga you do not know us
Just got through f*ckin' on four sl*ts
Yeah, count em' four sl*ts
Yeah, count em'
Hold on wait pause, yo b*tch she all over my balls
You kissin' that b*tch you in love
My di*k was all up in her jaw
Hit her knees she hit her knees
I thought she was prayin' to God (My guy)
I f*ck that b*tch like Hercules
I'm f*ckin' your girl super hard
[Chorus]
Yuh
I let that breathe
I let that breathe
I let that breathe
I get that head
I get that head telepathy, yay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, whoo, ayy

[Verse 2]
I'm back in this b*tch
She suckin' my di*k
She swallow my kids I'm gone
VVS on my wrist
100 my clip
Mercedes all over my car
I'm just tryin' to get rich
To walk up to a b*tch and she already know who we are
My b*tch Cuban just like my cigar
I move slow when I pop me a bar
I turn your mom to a whore
I f*ck her while you doin' chores
I'm rockin' Dior
Talk crazy I'm kickin' your door
That .40 put you to the floor
Epic kind of war
b*tch I'ma handle my business
If it ain't about money you trippin'
Told that b*tch I don't talk it I live it
I've been ballin' I'm off of my pivot
[Chorus]
Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
I get that head
I get that head telepathy
Yay
Don't give a f*ck what none these haters tellin' me ayy
Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
I get that head
I get that head telepathy
Don't give a f*ck what none these haters tellin' me ayy

[Verse 3]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
500 for a feature (Right?)
f*ck school and a teacher (Right?)
Getting head by the bleachers (Right?)
I don't f*ck with you neither (Right)
Bathing Ape on my sweater
You get her wet I get her wetter
You talkin' stupid till' I pull up on you with a bullet
Now I got em' jetted
n*ggas thinkin' that they cool, huh
All of my n*ggas be mean, huh
Shirt sayin' that supreme, huh
I got xan with the lean
I've been mixin' up the xannys
Talkin' stupid got your b*tch she droppin' panties
Feel like Drizzy when I rap I swear to God I Just need a f*ckin' Grammy
What?
What?
Yo b*tch on her knees again
R. Kelly I'm f*ckin that b*tch wait
I'm starting to pee again
Hey, my wrist, yo b*tch, they cold
Hey, my cash, that Benjamin Franklin be old
I'm sick like I caught me a cold
You run up I shoot at yo nose
I'm f*ckin' yo b*tch super bold
I'm f*ckin' yo b*tch then I'm gone
That b*tch on my di*k, that b*tch on my di*k
I f*ck her she know what I'm on
[Outro]
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
That b*tch on my di*k, that b*tch on my di*k
I f*ck her she know what I'm on
Yeah yeah
All that good sh*t
I could f*ck your mom type sh*t
Ha ha ha
Uh
I don't even really know what to say bro, but
I could f*ck your b*tch dude
Yay